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I do not rp anymore but questions about Elland and Will are welcome! I'll answer out of character. Blog name change: ask-elland-n-will ==> elland-n-will
About them:
Elland de Strontium 🌙 (Hufflepuff, bi). Muggle-born. Loyal, attentive, courageous. Will take the blame if caught and protect his friends with his life. Good duelist. Stressed. Can make difficult decisions, lead people, but unsure of himself in personal affairs. Gentleman. Might come off as flirty when he's just being nice. Doesn't take flirty hints.
William Abbott ☀️ (Slytherin, gay). Pureblood. Sociable, resourceful, direct, open to new things. Can talk his way out of any situation. Gets easily overwhelmed, not ashamed of crying. Keeps his rivals close. Perfect student, the brains behind any scheme. Very flirty. Prefect!
More about them when they are MCs. Elland's character info when he is an OC. Will and Elland's character sheets.
Relationships. Main tumblr roleplay: Will x Andrew Montrose; Elland x Aidrien (my ocs).
William lifted the cane into the air triumphantly. A small glowing pumpkin decorated the hilt of it, past the area Will usually put his weight on. He checked the mirror one last time, twirled his long white moustache, all natural and well waxed, and energetically shuffled along the carpets to where Andrew's head disappeared behind the door to their closet. Will knocked his cane on the door a few times.
He quietly tried to push the door open with his cane, but a quick hand came out of the dark and swatted the cane away. Will giggled.
"Come out," he whined impatiently. "I can't believe you held your costume a secret this entire time!"
"Be patient."
"I won't be young forever, you know."
"Oh, shush, you'll live another hundred, easily."
"I'll shush when you show yourself."
It was a rather fun part of the year, relatively recent for their side of the world, but no less enjoyable, and certainly novel for a pair of retired wizards. William wore his age with pride and was pleased with the perks of respect it brought. And on All Hallows' Eve, with him playing a muggle wizard, he was prepared to be as whimsical as one possibly could. He practised.
Montrose tries very hard to hold in his laugh after seeing the endearing mess that was currently his Fox. He thought it was nice to be reminded of the chaos at Hogwarts while it was summer, and he was thankful to be away from it spending most of his time with Will.
Before Will can worry too much, Montrose takes a generous swipe of the frosting on Will's nose with his finger, “Delicious.”
He chuckles lightly, trying to get a smile from Will, too. “I think maybe now would be a good time to give you my present as well."
From his robe pocket, he withdraws a small bronze object with a small lavender bow tied to the top. "It's a gravisphere. To turn around situations should things ever end up upside down. Or if you’d fancy a laugh and want to walk on the ceiling.”
He takes an additional, and perhaps more important gift, out next and slides it across the table to him.
“Oh, and also some more of your favorite lavender soap. Just incase you might need extra for whatever reason.”
He smiles, while adding, “.....And always happy to help with the clean up process if you'd like one more present."
He takes another taste of the frosting on Will's lips, this time with his mouth.
Of course, it is after he's been fully caked and had a chat with his zero-remorse friends that Monty approaches him.
Will believes he had a stoic facial expression while scolding Chris and NYF, reminding them that even if they are guests and he can't take their house points away outside of Hogwarts, they shouldn't be slacking off like this all summer and instead should br bettering their charm work! Starting with the cleaning and vanishing spells.
Not that they paid attention to his lecture or even got down to talk to him on the same level. Both of them found the whole thing somewhat funny, taking Will's reaction as positive. Will didn't have the heart to show that he was upset beyond what he was already showing. They clearly thought of him, were happy for him, brought his first cake of the day (oh, there are so many more cakes planned, accounting even for Nosy's appetite). And just as with Nosy, Will had those two marked as "unexpected but planned disturbances" on his checklist. A list now covered in sugary goo.
"Oh, you too think it's funny?" He comments with a sniffle, seeing Monty's chest rise and fall in an unsteady cadence of holding back a laugh. "Then hug me. Hug me, just like that," Will says, stubbornly, and puffs out his chest, still covered in pink frosting. He could feel some of the cake slipping off in the process, hitting the ground with a wet splat.
When they departed, having undoubtedly left stains on the ceiling with their shoes (he should've checked them for any questionable substances when they first arrived at the Manor), he could feel the prickle of tears building up in his eyes. It's his birthday, for Merlin's sake! Can't he get a moment of peace to check on the itinerary for the celebrations later today? And the ruined cake? There's nothing worse!
Will turns to Andrew.
Monty wipes some of the cherry glaze off Will's nose instead. Yeah, maybe that's for the best. There's enough cleaning to do as it is, and Monty did look really good in his attire of the day. Pink wouldn't suit him, he's not a kitty with the bow this time around.
“Delicious.”
Will folds his arms on his caked chest without thinking, and then swears, stomping his foot on the ground in frustration, the heel of his shoe clicking loudly against the marble floor. Damn, he forgot, and his sleeves are coated now, too! He starts looking around for his wand, trying to ignore Monty's cheerfulness. Will knows what his boy is doing. Can't he see that Will feels like being miserable at the moment? He had a CAKE dropped on him! Well, near him. It doesn't change the fact! Will wants to pout, and, by dugbog's balls, he'll be as pouty as he wants!
Will sniffles again and angrily wipes the tears away, starting the clean up with the desk and his planner, unsure of what to do with the bulk of the cake. He thinks he's seen Nosy lurking around. Perhaps he'll sniff the cake in the air and come to help out — get his belly filled up so he's in a food coma for long enough to let Will finish the preparations. Will levitates the construction to the side, uncovering the sad, smudged ink of "My 18th birthday" at the top of the page beneath.
“I think maybe now would be a good time to give you my present as well."
Will stubbornly huffs, but… Oh boy, present time, now? What did Monty get h— No, no, bad timing! No presents now! Only pouting.
But he looks still, the curiosity getting the better of him. He remembers the purpose of the device the moment he hears the name. He's never seen one of those up close. Merlin knows how Andrew managed to get his hands on this one. William takes it, ceremoniously undoes the pretty ribbon and examines the object, turning it all around, squinting to read the runes but giving up for now without his reading glasses, waving his wand over the sphere to feel the soft tug of magic humming back at him, intricate and way above Will's level.
"This really is a good time to give me this," Will whispers, looking up at Monty. "Thank you, love, it's even better than the races maman et papa organised in my honour for tomorrow." Then he thinks. "Well, at least on the same level as the races."
William shakes the sphere as he thinks of the two rascals who gifted him the cake earlier. Hah, the look on their faces next time they try to pull something rule-breaking and realise that he can chase them on the ceiling, too! Well, provided Will acts fast. Both Chris and NYF are way better at running than Will is. The element of surprise it is then!
But even with those triumphant thoughts, he forces a serious expression on his face, no matter how silly it might look. He's been struggling to keep up the solemn mood, the corners of his mouth threatening to lift without his explicit permission. Will hides it behind a fist he clears his throat into.
"It's a very thoughtful present, Andrew, really. What did I ever do to deserve somebody so resourceful and attentive?"
Will pockets the globe and stubbornly goes back to vanishing the rogue cake pieces. It's the clump in his hair that's been bothering him for a while, so he carefully vanishes that, making sure not a single strand of his hair meets the unfortunate fate of the frosting. All the while, there's a soft, happy warmth blooming inside of him. He knows he's losing this battle with himself, unable to be upset for too long.
“Oh, and also some more of your favourite lavender soap. Just in case you might need extra for whatever reason.”
Will blinks as Andrew slides it across the clean part of the table. Will can tell from the packaging where that particular bar came from — Andrew really planned it all out in advance. Will tries hard not to huff out a laugh, tries and fails. The irony of today's presents isn't lost on him.
"Vanishing and cleaning spells never feel satisfactory on the skin, do they? I know the cake is out of my hair, but Merlin knows how much I want to actually wash it. You and your handy presents today!" Will laughs.
“…..And always happy to help with the clean-up process if you'd like one more present."
"Mm, testing out the new soap, don't you think?" Will whispers, thoughtfully, pulling Andrew closer to him by the tie. Then he thinks of the sphere in his pocket and wonders if it can hold up two people. His face turns as red as it can go, and he giggles to himself, almost maniacally. So many uses for the sphere, so many exciting uses!
Then comes the kiss, and Will throws himself at Monty without giving it much thought, kissing him back and not letting Monty get away until Will is satisfied with what he considers to be a solid amount of birthday kissing. For now. It's almost a shame there wasn't more of the cake on his lips, it was indeed delicious.
"I think we can both agree that we need a shower," Will breathes out heavily when they pull away. He eyes the pink splotches on Andrew's vest but can't bring himself to feel guilty about it.
"Happy Birthday, Fox," says Andrew, paying no mind to the state of his attire. "Love you."
"Love you, too," echoes Will.
He plants a soft kiss on Andrew's lips before finishing up the cleaning and blowing out the candle that was miraculously burning bright through all of its adventures.
As they set the cake on a proper plate for later and tug each other in the direction of the shower, Will purring some fun theories regarding the use of Andrew's sphere, Will forgets all about his scheduled "pouting o'clock".
To conclude the Pride Month art marathon, I have one last post to share: a genderbend version of my and @ask-andrew-montrose boys. Andrew is Andrea, William is Willow. For those who were missing some fxf action. We didn't expect this version of drewliam to hit us this hard, but it was so sweet and fun and sexy reimagining them! I drew them more this month than their original selves. Thank you for your attention 💚
This family-centred piece should be read together with the reblog from my wonderful co-writer behind @ask-andrew-montrose 💚 This is William Abbott and Andrew Montrose, navigating life past Hogwarts and Andrew's marriage proposal. Knowing how Andrew feels about the Montroses, Will had one more thing from the Abbotts to offer him after the engagement party.
The first week after Andrew's proposal was hectic. Will insisted that the Abbott/Rousseau side of the family had to be notified personally, jumping from the big engagement announcement in England to the same but more sophisticated one in France, with maman in tow to help Andrew when Will was busy chirping with his cousins and grandparents.
Will was really impressed with Monty's French, and so was his mother who'd often mention it to everyone she knew, prompting Andrew to converse more with the people he'd never met before. Great-grandmother alone stole the boy for almost an hour, questioning him on everything from politics to poetry, trying to see if Andrew was worthy of her favourite British great-grandson. Will only smiled apologetically — Monty won't have to socialise with that side of the family often, beyond the engagement and then the wedding.
It was a late night when they finally left for the apartments they rented not far from the main Rousseau residence. Will had to get a place of their own, not because they weren't welcome, but because he knew they wouldn't be left alone otherwise. He already felt a little guilty, dragging Monty everywhere instead of giving them both a chance to adjust to the idea of a new beginning. And with that idea, there was a question on Will's mind that he wasn't quite sure how to breach without being forward about it. Now that Monty had officially met pretty much everyone, it felt fitting to breach the topic.
"Hey, Monty," he said, sitting next to Andrew on the couch and setting his wine glass aside. "Do you … want to keep your last name after we get married? I'd be good with any decision you make regarding this, do not worry on my behalf, it's not about me. And before it's even a question, I am not worried about having Andrew Montrose as my husband, because it is you, and you're the best Montrose there ever was and there will ever be.
"But I know you don't see eye to eye with your family, and I don't even know how you might be going about inviting your mother to the wedding, if at all. But if it means anything to you, and I've talked to my parents about it, too: we would be more than happy if you join us. As an Abbott, that is. Andrew Abbott."
"Nosy, ps! Pspsps, Nosy! Are you awake?" Nosy hears Will whisper.
There is a smell of something tasty in the air, and if Nosy opens his eye ever so slightly, he would see a levitating piece of cake right in front of him.
"There are some, uuuh, cakes outside of the dorm for you because of the big day today."
Day? It's still dark but Will is already up, standing there in his pyjamas, with a wand in one hand and a toothbrush and a towel in the other. The clock in the Common Room strikes five times as Will levitates the piece of cake further and further away from the cosy spot on Sebastian's bed where Nosy is lounging.
"I know you like cakes so much, you can have them all! Pspspsps."
The Common Room was still dark when the whispers started. A flick of candlelight and the faint scent of something sugary crept across the room, but the teal lump on Sebastian's pillow did not stir. Not at first. There was a muffled honk and the slow rise of one furry brow.
It was far too early.
This Niffler couldn't read a clock, but even he damn. Well. Knew. That it was WAY too early for ANYONE to be up and about! Not even a damn cock feathered fowl was awake to crow at this ungodly hour! Well, anyone except this particular two-legged fellow... He buried his beak deeper into Sebastian's curls, trying to ignore William's annoying chirping voice.
What was he saying anyway? Cake?
Nosy's orbs snapped open.
CAKE!
In his burst of excitement, he clutched Sebastian's curls a bit too tightly. The wizard groaned in his sleep but didn't stir much further. It was not the first time his Niffler had been a little bit rough during bedtime, and probably not the last.
The moment Nosy's eyes adjusted, he saw it.
A damn fine cake. Fluffy layers of sponge, thick swirls of cream, glistening jam, and some very girthy strawberries on top. Suspiciously girthy.
He wasn't even listening to whatever the pretty Prefect was babbling on about. His eyes were locked on that floating miracle. He sat up, little paws reaching for it - but the cake floated just out of reach.
Nosy let out a grumpy snort. Pardon, who did this cake think it was? The little Niffler rolled off his companion's head with a soft plop, landed on the blankets, and scrambled after the retreating dessert, trying to snatch it again and again with tiny, determined hops and squeaks.
Come on, just one piece! Nosy would even be halfway satisfied with just a little lick! Maybe.
The cake continued to drift further, leading Nosy slowly but surely out of the dormitory. He didn't even notice the door whisper shut behind him. All that mattered was the sweet cream dream floating just ahead.
Then, at last, the cake stopped. It hovered for a moment, then smudged squarely to the floor. Nosy squeaked in pure joy, bouncing on the spot, little paws clapping with delight. He was just about to pounce when-
Oh.
Oh?
More cake.
Dozens of them.
Nosy hadn't even noticed the rest scattered across the carpet in his pursuit. Had he grown too careless? Too trusting? Too - no, it didn't matter. What mattered now was this: He had arrived in paradise!
He clutched his heart dramatically, as if Cupid's arrow struck right to the very soul of his sweet tooth.
With a little extra spin, the teal-furred menace launched himself through the air and landed face-first in a cake with a delighted SPLURF. He rolled over and immediately began making snow angels in the frosting.
With another cake, he buried himself like he was lounging on a beach, sculpting a tail fin from sticky goo on his lower half.
At one point, he climbed onto a towering stack of cupcakes and began declaring himself King of Cream with an overly smug honk - until the whole tower collapsed and buried him in frosting. Which Nosy did not mind. At all.
And at another point, he filled one of the hollowed-out cakes with jam and tried to paddle it across the carpet like a boat, before promptly capsizing with a squeak and a wave of cream.
He built a cake crown out of three stacked sponge cubes, wore it proudly for half a minute, then ate it all in one go.
The floor was a disaster. A cake massacre. Jam. Cream. Crumbs everywhere.
But Nosy didn't care. He ate and rolled and squeaked and scooped. He ate until his cheeks were full and his belly round. He ate until he couldn't tell if his fur was still teal or just cake-coloured.
Will catches Monty before classes one morning with the intent to return the, mhm, underpants Monty forgot the night prior before slipping out of the Slytherin commons.
"Sorry, they… Nosy found them first and… Sorry?"
He discreetly passes the underpants to Monty. There is a huge hole right where the butt should be. It's hard to say if the fabric was chewed on, ripped off, or burned through, if not all at once. Will coughs.
"Reparo couldn't fix it."
As Will hands over the destroyed evidence of his once very fine underwear, Monty winces. He surveys the damage done to his very expensive, mhm, underpants....very glad to have not been wearing them when the niffler attacked.
Clearly he had no mercy. (And yet he also had a taste for the finer things...Montrose had spent good galleons on that pair after all.)
His eyes narrow as he turns the remaining cloth in his hands. Whatever it was the niffler had done to the tattered fabric, Montrose didn't need to know. He looks back towards Will with a pained glance before drawing out his wand,
Elland and gazebos go a long way. He doesn't hear Theodora in that moment, deep in his thoughts. He might be pondering the secrets of the universe or thinking of what the elves are cooking up for dinner. Either way, he looks majestic and princely, his hair* bellowing in the wind, eyes sparkling, lips pursed. Quite a handsome young man!
* Hair is not to scale length. Mhm, neither is the chin... The narrator claims the right of artistic depiction!
